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Notebooks on Girl-Making by Salomeee Notebook II: Full time slave Chapter 6 It was a rainy Sunday, and I couldn't agree with anybody to let me do her shift at the Cafe, so there I was, alone and bored. I wasn't at home very much, so I didn't even have a TV. I tried to keep sleeping until later, but I couldn't. I felt somehow nostalgic and a bit depressed. You know how bad Sundays get when you're alone and had nothing to do. I didn't expect to see you, either, as I know you normally try to spend weekends with your wife. I finally took my watercolors, sat at the table, and painted another portrait of you. I finished it quickly, even without any photo at sight. I have your face so deeply imprinted on my mind that I can draw your features right from my memory. I remained there, watching the painting as it dried. I missed you so much that my eyes started getting wet. Then I put the picture in a box that was already full with your portraits, took my raincoat and rushed out of the home. I walked around for awhile, watching shops' windows, and the people rushing along the streets, trying to avoid the rain. I entered a lingerie store and looked for the sexiest articles, searching for something to please you. I rummaged for about an hour, under the unfriendly gaze of the attendant, and finally bought two pair of black silk hose, a nice garter belt and one of those black corsets full of laces that push the breast up, hoping it could produce some cleavage out of my meager mounds. The girl's expression suddenly changed when she saw that I would actually buy those things. She became very nice and offered me a lot of things to complement my selection. I hated her, but either way she convinced me about buying a black silk necklace with a silver ring attached. I was decided to not pay her any attention, but when she showed me that, I immediately thought about how much would you like this toy, and couldn't avoid imagining the uses you could give it. I spent much of the money I had saved last month, but I was happier now, as these kind of things is what I saved it for. Sort of a gift to you. I was planning to keep wandering before coming back home when my cell rang. I left the bag fall to the floor as I stumbled, surprised. My hands trembled of anxiety while I fidgeted inside my purse to find it. I had to make an effort to take it still enough to read the display. There was just an address. I couldn't believe it! I was so nervous, so happy, so befuddled, that I started laughing like crazy, picking my bag from the wet floor and rushing through the street. I asked a man about where this street really was, as I was just guessing. I followed his directions and quickly found the right path. While I hurried through the seven blocks I was away, I realized that I was soaking. I hadn't minded as I had supposed that I would come back home alone, but I started to wonder how ugly I actually was. I finally reached a tall building. I entered the hall and a leery doorman asked me where I was going. I was not sure, so I told him that someone had called me from the 12th floor. The man walked around a counter and called on a phone. I didn't heard what he was saying, but he finally told me to go up. I sighed in relief as I walked into the elevator. I quickly tried to fix me up a bit in front of the elevator's mirror as it ascended. My hair was a real mess, but I had not much chance to fix it up now. I went out the elevator to a little hall. I rang the bell and waited for you to open the door. I was almost ready to jump in your arms when the door opened and a stranger appeared. I startled. The man told me, "Hello. We were waiting for you. Come on, please," and invited me to walk in. I didn't understand what was happening, but... it couldn't be a mistake! You were the only one who had my cell phone number, and... As I entered, I saw you sitting on a sofa, with a glass in your hand. You stood up and told me, "Hi sweet. Look at you! You seem like a damp little duck!" as you approached. You covered me with your arm and gave me a sweet little kiss. "Poor baby. John, do you have a towel for her?" you asked. The other man was already carrying one that gave to you, "Of course, Harry. Do you want a hot cup of coffee, Sally?" You corrected him, smiling. "It's not Sally. You call her Sal, or Salami, if you prefer. And I think some brandy would be better". John smiled back, "Salami? What kind of a name is this? I can't imagine why he calls you that way, Lady." I blushed. He poured an inch of brandy on a nice glass and passed it to me. He was a tall, slender man about your age, with a quite refined look, his clothes and his apartment -I correctly assumed that was his-, and the way he moved showed that he was a wealthy, high class person. You made me sat beside you on the sofa and started rubbing down my legs with the towel. I drank a gulp of brandy and its heat calmed me down. I felt a little embarrassed when you got the towel under my skirt, but then John sat next to me on the other side, and he took my skirt up, helping you. I got paralyzed, but you were so cool that I didn't know what to do. Of course, it wasn't damp under my skirt, and you quickly threw the towel away and John began playing with my panties. You concentrated in my blouse instead, raising it to uncover my half- empty brassiere. You looked up at my face while your fingers started twitching my now over-sensitive and enlarged nipples. Your gaze captured mine and you told me, "You look so sexy with your hairs wet", and then kissed me. I felt your tongue seizing my mouth and your hands cupping my pubescent breast, and I closed my eyes and surrendered to your touch and your will. Then I felt John's hands rubbing my clit over my panties while you kept sucking my mouth. He clearly knew now I wasn't a real girl, but he didn't seem to mind, and he quickly got your hand inside my undies and went on fondling my dicklet with care, making it swell a bit under so much attention. In the meantime, you drove my hand to your pants and I touched the bulge inside, feeling very nervous. But you unzipped it and made me took your fabulous cock out. It was already hot and stiffening. I had to overcome my shyness and start to jerk it. I did it just a bit and it quickly was near its full size and hardness. John kept playing with my clitty, stiffening it, too, although it was still less than a third your size. Then your lips released mine and you pushed my head down to serve you. John got a better view of my right buttock now, and he made me turn and kneel on the sofa, butt up, got my panties down, and began licking my ass while gently stroking my sissy prick. I silently thanked myself for my now daily habit of douching and lubing my bum even when I was not expecting to see you. And it was now fully evident there was no way to anticipate when my duty calls will be. I was gladly sucking you when my messy bag get your attention. You probably saw the brand and realized what kind of stuff it contained, because you stretched your arm for it and began taking all out. "Well, well... What do we have here? You came very well equipped, sweet". You pulled my head off your cock and told me to change my clothes. I stood up, took my bag and doubted about where I should go to. You told me to do it right there in the living room, so you both could enjoy the show while we undressed ourselves. I think I was so nervous that I didn't performed very nice for you. May be I should have done some kind of strip-tease thing, but I didn't dare to do it, nor I would have known how to. As I got naked I could appreciate your bodies, too. John was really skinnier than you, not so compact, but his hanging cock seemed quite big, too. He was not as erected as you currently were. Each one of you sat at opposite sides of the sofa, observing how I put my garter belt and stockings. John started to slowly jerk himself and, as his cock got hard, I could see that it was thinner than yours, but almost as large. I finally finished fitting in the corset, then I asked you to help me tighten the laces at my back and put the collar in my neck. You whispered something to John and made me sit on your lap to adjust my lingerie while John went off looking for something. I apologized because I hadn't shoes, but you obviously didn't mind because you didn't even answered and instead sat me on the sofa, stood in front of me and stuffed your cock again in my mouth, fixing my head still between your hands and fucking my face. I hugged your buttocks and gave up to your force. The tip of your cock was pushing against my throat when I heard a click and something hanging from my neck. Then you pulled out and I suddenly could breathe again. I saw you move back and watched the dog chain John had hooked to the ring on my necklace. As you stepped aside, smiling, he pulled from the lead, making me slowly drop from the sofa to the floor. He kept pulling, making me crawl around a low table to get close to him. He kept pulling until I stopped at his feet, my face right in front of his standing cock. It was strangely curved upside, and even without being as immense as yours, it was bigger than what I expected to be normal. I knew for your expression what you expected from me, so I lunged forward to his cock and started sucking him as if I was absolutely desperate for it. I moaned loudly, breathing strongly by my nose, as a bitch in heat. He howled in pleasure, taking my head on his hands and shaking his hips to get the most out of my job. "Didn't I tell you? She's a real sissy slut. She absolutely loves to suck cock. And the little fag was hungry for you since she first saw you, I'm sure". My job seemed to be very efficient, as John was pretty excited. He stepped back and fell onto an armchair. I followed his cock and placed my self between his legs, fiercely jerking his pipe and milking it. Then I felt you coming behind me. I straighten my legs and popped my butt up, offering it to whatever you wanted to do with it. I heard you spitting on my bum hole and start rubbing it with a finger. In the moment you pushed it inside, I got so excited that I squeezed John's cock and pressed my lips around it so tight that he yelled. He slapped my face and I eased off and went back to a slower sucking. You were pumping your finger on my ass so nicely, that I was moaning even with the cock filling my mouth. I stretched a hand between my legs and started frigging my clit, but you slapped it as usual, then guided me to open my orbs with both hands to give you better access to my sissy pussy, which you proceeded to fill with two fingers now. I pulled John's cock out of my mouth and sighed. But he didn't allowed me to spend much time, pushing my head down again, making me go on sucking. And you kept rolling you fingers inside me, making me babble over your friend's cock. I desperate stretched my buttocks more, and felt you adding a third finger... I thought I understood what you were up to. I enjoyed a moment your massage, then I jiggled my buttocks open again, and I felt you get four fingers on my hole. They stretched out my tight flesh ring, making me yowl. John perceived that something interesting was happening, and he took his cock out and bent over me to see your task a little closer. I was then free to whine, but I kept jerking him off dutifully. I could feel your wedding ring beating my ass when your fingers fully entered my bum. It was unbelievable good, and I knew what you expected now that I had my lips free. So I pulled my ass cheeks apart once more and begged. "Please, Amo. Please fuck my ass..." John was amazed. "What a damned fucking faggot! He... or she can't get enough!" And you gently, wisely pushed your cock inside me, bumping softly against my internal sissy spot, making my hanging clit stiffen again. You gave me time to get somehow accustomed, and then began pumping slowly. I cried again. This time John preferred to shut me up with his cock, compelling me to suck again while he watched the scene. You started to get into an increasing rhythm, fucking me with your usual force, advancing more and more inside my rectum, making me growl wetly, and driving me so hot that I sucked the cock in my mouth with frenzy. John told he was about to come, but you ask him to wait. "You have to try her asshole first", and took your cock out in a single pull, making me feel suddenly empty. You backed up to the sofa, pulling the chain and making me follow you, crawling. "Come on, my sweet bitch, suck your favorite dish", you commanded. "Yes, yes..." I said, jumping over you and gulping your cherished cock. I shook its skin up and down, enjoying the familiar warmth and smoothness, clasping my lips and tongue around your exquisite, generous gland. John seized my butt from behind, telling me, "Spread you buttocks, sissy faggot! I'll break your ass in pieces, you damned panty boy!" I stretched my hands back and grasped my buttocks, spreading them wide open as he ordered. "Yes, please! Fuck my asshole! Cum inside my ass!" I behaved like the cheapest, dirtiest slut, as I knew that was what you want me to do. I knew you were giving me as a gift to your friend, and you want me to let him abuse me as much as he wanted. My bum hole was aching yet, but I knew that it was so enlarged after your fist penetration that he could hardly hurt me much more. Even so, it struck me to feel a cock that wasn't yours pushing inside my ass. "Uhhh! What a nice tunnel you have, sissy", he told me as he began pumping. You pulled my hairs up, releasing my mouth, looking at me. I understood that you wanted me to answer him. "Yes... It's all for you... Oh! Fuck my sissy pussy, please!" I begged him. You smiled. I tried to suck your cock again, but you hold my hairs, and just let me jerk you. You wanted me to keep talking like that. "Yeah! Fuck my ass... I'm your dirty faggot!" I said. "Yes, you really are!" he said, very excited, while he kept pumping my ass as trying to reach my heart. My hole ached a bit, but his fuck was good, too, and my own clit was flapping back and forth this time, hanging free instead of being hidden in my panties as you usually preferred. But what I was enjoying most was your smile and your brilliant eyes that seemed so proud of me. I wanted so badly to suck you... But you kept stopping me, pulling my hairs back, setting my mouth free to moan and beg John for more and more, just licking around your manly meat. When we both noticed that he was about to cum, you prompted me to act. I jumped back, disengaged John's hands from my garter belt, slipping his manhood off my hole, falling at his feet and hiding his cock again in my demanding mouth. I pulled and squeezed him and he released a long howl and groaned. "Yeah! Suck it, slut!" And I really did. I have got so anxious for your cock that I needed to eat at least him. He whimpered, and you pulled back my hairs again, holding my face so he could jerk off by himself and spray his cum all over my face. I widely opened my mouth and stretched my tongue out, trying to taste as much as I could. He shoot three bountiful jets, and then some drops right over my nose, just before occupying my lips again, fucking my face, letting me swallow most of his sour cum until his dick began deflating. Then he stumbled back and lolled over the armchair, exhausted. I went back to your lap and took your desirable pipe in my hands, my eyes nailed to yours, silently begging you to let me suck it. You smiled. "Alright, have your meal now", you told me while your hands held by head from both sides and helped me get all your masculinity right trough my throat. I got delighted, pressing my lips and tongue, sipping as hard as I could. I swallowed the tip of your meat bar while you shook your hips up and down, pumping it against my tonsils. I contained the gag, waiting for my prize, dnd it arrived! A thick, dense flood of your exquisite semen exploded trough my gullet, terse and cool. I coughed, spattering cum all around, and you raised my head to avoid suffocating me. But I tightly closed my lips around your flesh to preserve as much as I could of your ongoing discharge within my mouth. You kept flushing long blasts of cream that I anxiously swallowed while you stretched yourself over my back and I felt your big hand reach my boy cunt and massage my rear entrance, and the sensual combination of your stroke with the taste of your nectar feeding me brought me a loudly orgasm and a gooey drop on the wooden floor. Such intensity forced me to open my lips a bit to exhale a deep howl, and some streams of a juicy mix of your sperm and my spittle gushed from my chin and down your limps and balls. I kept sucking and sucking you, absolutely enamored. I could feel your sticky milk all around my mouth and down to my stomach, and I couldn't stop rubbing the silky skin around the solid column of your cock. But you pick me up, closer to you, to whisper in my ear. "You were fantastic, my sweet. Now I have to leave, but I want you to stay with John a little more to accompany him. He's in the shower now. He called me this morning because he was very, very depressed. He broke with his wife a couple of weeks ago, and being alone today, with nothing to do, and the rainy day outside drove him pretty close to a nervous breakdown. I was so worried about him that I left my wife at a friends' house and came here to help him. I though that he was so embittered with women in general, you know, that it would be good for him to have a full-service sissy slut like you, playing a little for us... And I think you were really healthy to him." I couldn't believe the coincidence, but my surprise was nothing compared to my happiness for feeling helpful to you. I know... I should have probably be grossed out or turned down by the fact you were giving me away to another man, but I could only think in you as a good friend, and while I felt awkward, I enjoyed being useful even that meant I had to "prostitute" myself. I didn't cared about nothing but you. So, as you stood up and got dressed, I asked you what you wanted me to do for John. "Whatever he wants to do with you. And I mean whatever. He won't hurt you. Do you understand me?" I nodded. "Good girl", you told me, smiling. You wiped a spot of cum from my mouth with my own panty, gave me a little kiss, and told me to go into the bathroom with him. Then you left the house. I went trough an aisle and followed the sound of the water to find the bath. It was foggy inside the huge bathroom, and I could see John fallen flat on the tub, relaxed. I coughed, shy. He opened his eyes and looked at me. "Er... Do you... Do you want a massage?" I asked timidly, trying to be helpful. "Yes, may be", he told me, stretching his arm and taking the handle of the leash that was still hanging from my neck. He pulled violently from it, making me fall on my knees, then pulled again, throwing me headlong into the bathtub. "But first you have to clean up this filthy face, faggot!" He stood up and tossed the rest of my body inside the warm water. I fell twisted, caught by surprise, and fell into the warm water. I sat up and looked at John with fear. He was out and spreading a large towel on the floor. "Come on, I want my massage", he told me, lying down over the fluffy towel. I stood up, my corset and stockings soaking wet, and went out of the tub, approaching him. He was upwards, his cock a bit erected. "You can start massaging my balls, wimp. Grab this oil bottle". I found the bottle he pointed to, knell down beside him, poured some oil and started the massage. He groaned, pleased. His cock began to stiffen, and then he pulled again with violence from the chain, making me fall flat over him, my own soft clit clashing with his now hard rod. He held my buttocks, spreading my legs and squishing a large spurt of oil into my bum, then fitting his cock inside it to savagely penetrated me. I resisted the initial pain of his hammering, letting him do what he wanted, as you had ordered me. Then he rolled to come above me and kept fucking me. He raised my legs up to his shoulders and fucked me even harder. I stood quiet and let him move my body around as he wanted, like a plastic doll. I just tried to do the best I could to gave him more pleasure, while his belly rubbed my clitty, heating my sexual drive again. Then he pulled off, dropped my legs on the floor, and turning me around he pushed me flat facing the towel and fell down over me, probing my butt from behind with his cock with not much success. I stretched a hand and, picking his cock, fitted it in the entrance of my ass. "Yes, nasty faggot, I know what you want. I'll impale your asshole, queer!" he said, as he pushed in. I bit a roll of the towel, resisting his pole attacking again my battered bum. I took the chance on one of his pump-up moves to grab my boy clit down and leave it off my belly, semi-stiff and pressing the wet towel. He fucked my ass like crazy, pressing my head against the wet floor, treating me like a pig. It was hot but painful. Enough for me to hurry the whole thing up, squeezing my sphincter with all my strength, pressing his shaft around, making him explode quickly, coating my innards with his cum. Once he finished, he stood up and went out, leaving me there on the floor. I remained lying there for awhile, recovering from so much smashing. Then I stood, shaky, quickly fixed myself a bit in the mirror and went out to look for John, fearful of what could he do to me next, but obeying you at any price. He wasn't on the living room, so I wandered trough the house until I found his room. He was on the bed, drinking whiskey from a half empty bottle. "Come on, Salami. Let's have a drink. I need it. You drained my blood out of my body, little vampire bitch". "I'm so... I'm so wet... I might damp the bed. Don't you care?" I asked, fearful. "Oh, don't mind, come here, beside me," he said, smiling. I was glad that he seemed to be less angry now. I crawled over the bed and sat beside him. He put an arm around me and passed me the bottle. I picked it up and he gently drove my hand to my mouth and made me took a little gulp. I felt the sudden warmth expanding inside my stomach and I coughed, but it was really relaxing. He seemed sleepy, and he was still smiling. He invited me: "Do you want to stay with me tonight?" "Of course... if you want me..." I answered. His smile widened, then he pulled me close to him, closed his eyes and hugged me against his chest before letting the sleep take on him. When I knew for sure he was deeply asleep, I put the bottle on the night table, took my wet underwear off and lay beside him, caressing his hair and kissing his forehead until he start snoring. Then I snuggled at his side and fall asleep too. We woke up early the next morning and he pushed my mouth on his cock, making me suck for a while, playing with my own boy clitty in the meantime, making me moan around him, and at some point he even placed us both in a 69 and surprised me by sucking my shameful prick for a few minutes. Then he sent me looking for the oil bottle from the bathroom, and on my request he allowed me to quickly douche myself before king back, so he could enjoy me bareback. Back in his room he command me to get on all four over the bed and after carefully lubing my ass he fucked my sissy cunt from behind for a good time, jerking my feminine little dick with two of his manly fingers and getting me as hard as I usually can, moaning and begging for more. "You are such a pretty boy... No wonder you are such a fag. You are too pretty to be a man. You asshole is tight and hot as a pussy, sissy! You are so fucking good..." he kept saying. I thanked and told him how I loved his cock pumping my sissy pussy, gasping and making noises to let him know my appreciation. He finally choose to came on my mouth, ordering me to swallow the full load, and then he sent me to get dressed and prepare breakfast while he got ready for his business day. After the breakfast he kissed my hand like a gentleman would do with a lady. I blushed. "Thank you for everything, Salami. I have to thank Harry also for bringing you to me. I hope I'll see you again some day, little fairy. Now go. I don't want to distract you from your life anymore," and he gave me a stack of dollar bills. I told him he didn't need to do it, but he made a roll and pushed it between my fake boobs, into my bra. "You don't need to tell Alex anything about this. But at least let me pay the lingerie we destroyed yesterday." I thought about persuading him, but he didn't let me talk and drove me out of the apartment. I took the money out of my bra once at the elevator. It was more that a thousand dollars! I couldn't believe it, and I fall in a state of absolute confusion. I rushed right to the Cafe, as I was late already. I surely looked quite bad, and I had a slight bruise on my chin, product of one of John's moments. As I ran trough the streets I breath the fresh air of the morning and looking to the sunny sky, I thought that somehow you have saved both of us, and that although my whole body was aching a bit, I felt really great, having being able to make you a favor. I just felt a little guilty about the money, but I though that I could use it in something to please you... * * * Time went on and on and my mind was falling deeper and deeper in confusion. I was living in a continuous state of distress, always alert to jump to your call, but most of the time just working like a zombie. I tried to keep myself busy as much as I could, reacting like an automata at work, trying to avoid thinking. I felt so strange... I used to return home and sat on the table to draw for hours, until I got exhausted to the point of falling asleep as soon as I touched the bed. But I awaked many times in the middle of the night, half-dreaming about you and me. I couldn't understand what I was doing with myself. I was totally enslaved, but voluntarily. You didn't threat me, but I couldn't go away, nor did I want to. I was falling in an increasing humiliation, becoming a transvestite prostitute for free. And I didn't like it. Did I? I really just wanted to please you, and I didn't mind if that meant to be abused by you or by anyone you told me to. I thought many times that I was crazy and I planned to pack my things and get away, coming back to my parents, or may entering a madhouse. But then I found myself waiting anxious for the phone to ring. And whenever more than three or four days passed without you calling me (which was usual), I began to be hopeless. Such times it was a relief to hear the ringtone. I would run trough the city to any place, any hour, to submit to your desires. Most times you just waited for me at some bar and you limited yourself to fuck me in a nearby alley, discarding me as soon as you were satisfied, dirty and cum-spotted. And after that I could at least sleep better. In general it was worst when you really had more time to spend. Several times you came to my home with one or two friends (many times I suspected that you had just known them, may be in a bar or so, may be picked them in the streets). You used to invade my home and hit the beer and whiskey stash you had ordered me to always keep, while you made me suck your cocks and fucked me. Your favorite plan seemed to be to get two guys and seat to watch how I sucked one while the other one fucked my asshole. At first I was always afraid that some of your "guests" will get mad when finding out I was a guy, but either you had warned them already or there were more men than I imagined who liked or at least don't care about fucking a sissy boy like me. In any case, it seemed that any kind of slut that let them fuck her ass as hard as they wanted, for free, was an offer no one of them turned down. And then, from time to time, you disappeared for a week or more. And my anxiety began breaking my nerves. I never knew if you had just got tired of me, if you were ill, or just busy. I didn't know anything. Nor I dared to ask you when you appeared again. Indeed, I was practically limiting myself to answer you if you told me something, and you were talking less to me also, limiting yourself to use me as a plastic doll. But I didn't cared. I preferred to be treated like that than to not knowing about you. One day my phone blipped and the message instructed me to re-stock my fridge with beer, and wait at home that night, "well dressed". I realized that you were coming with many people, and I tried to take calm and prepare myself for a long night. But I was happy to know that I would see you at least, after a few days missing you. I went home early and I bought several packs of beer, more than the fridge capacity indeed, to have some backup. And then I dressed "well". I knew what do you meant with that. I picked black silk stockings with a garter belt, high heel shoes, a black leather miniskirt, a tight bra that pumped my slowly growing breasts up, and a short blouse. I fixed up my hairs, reapplied more mascara and eye shadow, a couple coats of bright red-lipstick, and picked a couple of big earrings that I knew you liked. Watching myself in the mirror, it seemed to me like I was deteriorating. I used to look better in that sluttish outfit, more womanly lately, but now I was looked more like an old hooker. I got very depressed, and I just hoped that you still liked me. But then they knocked at the door and I opened, and I couldn't find you at all. Instead, there was a group of young men at my door. Big kids, handsome but almost teenagers. The first one greeted me saying that he was your nephew and that as he and his baseball team at the college had won a local championship, and you had sent them with me to have a party. I let them in, and they did, quite warily. I invited them to take seat, and served beer. They were looking at me with interest, but most of them seemed to be even more shy than me, so they were almost quite, smiling at me and waiting without knowing very well what they have to do. Then the phone rang. It was you, of course. "Listen to me. They are really good boys, and they need some wild action, so I wanted you to show them how a real dirty cocksucker you are, alright? I want you to let them fill you with their cum everywhere they want, and even more: as they are gentlemen and they don't get to know tramps like you, you'll have to encourage them to go wild and get a bit nastier than usual. I want my nephew and his friends to be really pleased. Understood?" "Yes...", I answered. And you hung up. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Then I returned to the center of the room and kneel between your nephew's legs, struggling to unzip his jeans, and I told them, "Come on, boys... Let's have some fun". They yelled and screamed, and suddenly the tension broke. Everybody came around us and watched carefully how I got the boy's cock out and helped him lowering his trousers. Then I started to suck him and the others began to howl and clap their hands. I raised my butt, letting my miniskirt slip up to show them my panties. They seemed interested, so I spread my legs and started to move my hips up and down, inviting them. And soon I felt their hands starting to rub my buttocks and my legs. They started to feel more comfortable and quickly enough a hand was inside my panties, recognizing the area. "Wow... It is true, man. She's a guy! Well, almost. Look at her dick there.." they quickly asserted the "weirdness factor". But they didn't back out. Indeed, while other was stretching my blouse and playing with my teenage-like breasts, I felt someone playing with my clit over the panties, not so disturbed at feeling it swell. Not that it got any manly, but... Another one, without pants already, sat beside your nephew, and offered his hard cock. I moved my mouth but kept jerking the other boy, so quickly I had other customers asking for blow jobs or hand service. Meanwhile, the group behind me had taken my panties out and one of them was already searching the entrance to my well-lubed ass with his pole. I took a condom from under the couch, where I always keep some handy, bit it open, and with a quick stretch back I did my now well-practiced number of slipping him the condom on with my mouth. Then turned back, stretched a hand below me and helped him start to fuck me with his fresh cock. I couldn't complain, really. They had all very nice and healthy bodies, and they were being very careful, at least until then. With all the excitement, they started to becoming desperate and pulling my hairs to have my mouth crossing from a cock to the other, and I took every chance to provide them with condom packs to have handy. At first they were more careful, but seeing that I didn't reacted with their involuntary rudeness, they quickly stopped caring about and began pulling me from one side to the other, fucking my mouth with brute delight. I should have screamed, but I couldn't take your words from my mind, so I moaned instead, switching myself to a frenzy mode, exaggerating my pleasure and working hard to actually turn myself on. I sucked them with desperation, and started to jump from one to the other on my own eagerness. Soon I had two cocks fighting to enter my mouth, and I was trying to get them both in. The first one to come was the guy in my ass, and it didn't take more than three seconds to get him replaced by another one. A minute later they pulled my body up and I got impaled on one of the guys' cock, riding him, with the rest standing around me to let me milk them alternatively. Some that got unattended dedicated to play with my tits. One blonde guy I was sucking released me, and while I got fed by the next, jerked his shaft and shoot his cum over my tits. A good dose! I loved that and got my lips back to suck him clean before they pushed him off. While I got another cock from the side, one of the guys took his own cock and rubbed over my tits. They were not big enough to let him breast-fuck me, but I pushed them over him anyway and used my hands to close a squeeze around his happy cock. Everybody shouted and howled, excited. Even more as the poor guy could not stand the feeling and came between my tits and hands, shooting over my neck. Then the guy I was riding came in my ass. I could feel him filling up the condom with warm cum while he groaned, and I groaned aloud too, a bit of acting and a bit trying to reach climax, but although I do inflamed them even more, my dicklet was still flapping semi-erect and I didn't want to touch it. They pulled me back and made me kneel on the floor, sucking, while another boy sat on the sofa. Then lifted me above the guy again, but this time I ended sitting over him but face to face. I tried to kiss him, but I received the first slap in my face, "Hey, you faggot! Do you think I'm a fag like you?" The other ones laughed, and one of them was already behind the sofa, and didn't give me time to feel the slap when he stuffed my mouth once more. I rode the guy who slapped me while giving the others mouth service, and to be able to suck them properly I had to recline forward over my fucker's chest, and that got my own clit pressed and rubbing between us, stiffening a bit more and driving me crazy for release. My moans grew higher even muffled with the cocks in my mouth, and my lover enthusiastically pointed out how much I loved it in the ass. I nodded frantically and cried yes and begged for more the first moment my mouth got released for a split moment between cocks. Hearing me ask for it was so much for them, so while the boy fucking me grabbed my buttocks and made me ride him harder, the other ones cheered me up and while making me suck them all non-stop, even more rudely, they started to enjoying insulting me, "You, dirty faggot! You are a real whore. Right, panty boy?"; "A damn sissy hooker, that's what she is!" And as my cockette kept rubbing against my fucker's belly, they heard me groan and bend my back in ecstasy, they went worst, "Look at the sissy bitch! She loves it!", "Yeah! She's a dirty ass-fucker!", and things like that. And they really treated me like that, pulling my hairs, slapping my face, using my mouth and ass just as wet holes to shove their cocks into. But damn! I was loving it, too. The guy I was riding noticed my hard little prick leaking madly and he let the others know what was happening, then pushed me back, warning me he didn't want me to cum over him, but he did let me jump up and down on his cock, my clit swinging fast and leaving thin lines of sticky precum around, my mouth momentarily free to groan of pleasure until I felt his condom bubbling warm inside me. Then they pushed me back to the side, hands and knees on the couch and someone started fucking my ass again, this time my clit hanging and banging back and forth, stiff and leaking more, while my mouth got once more to a rotating service. Young and horny is a long-lasting combination, and they kept fucking me for hours, taking turns to recover after cumming, seeping beer until they felt ready again to return. It didn't take long to feel one of them unloading right in my ass without protection, and while I knew this was now risky, I loved the feeling, which I mostly reserved to you, and I gave in and let them fuck me as they like, even cleaning their cocks right out of my ass, coated in a mix of manly sperm. And every time I tried to reach my clit and get some release I got a slap from somewhere, and so they kept me over the edge most of the time. I don't even know what time it was when the last two boys left, right after I had licked them clean. The house was a complete mess of beer bottles, open condom wrappers, semen and beer spots, parts of what was once my lingerie and outfit, and various kind of trash in general. Not able to take care of that then, I went right to the shower, let the warm water calm my tiresome body, and jerked off to a shattering orgasm, falling in my knees. I just could get to shut the water off, wriggle to my bed and lie flat and wet on it. Some hours into my deep sleep I heard a beep from my phone, managed to take a look and read a one-liner from you: "Good job!". I dropped the phone and resumed my sleeping with a silly smile on my face.